Iron Haiku – Page 388 – A short form poetry blog

Crimson clouds hang low.

The day’s embers glow softly,

burning down to dusk.
I go to freeze on dark tides

I wake before three.

for another’s riches
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
Waves, softly lapping

Dappled light wanders.

Across the lush, verdant grass
The night air’s cold hand

reaches down and pulls my breath

in shards from my chest.

Motherhood

always by my side
the mother of my children
the love of my life
–
woven grass-
the sparrow
steadfast

Darkness

working down towards
the bottom of a bottle
searching for solace
–
after the rain-
a raven
hewn from coal

Time

my newborn daughter-
a woman after thousands
of past yesterdays
–
new spring-
a sapling
births a forest